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There were any number of things that Marian knows she should not do. The tins that she finds that show her life, those she should ignore. Yet this rainy morning her curiosity is stronger than her will; always a close battle, or so her father would have said. Stubborn and curious, a combination he worried would see her harmed one day; in trouble he could not rescue her from.
It is the thoughts of her father that make her open the tin and feed it into the machine. For Robin has told her of his death, but she hopes to see him in life again. Truly, if there need be recordings of her life, it seems that the chance to see her father is the only gift she might have from them.
Lardner's Ring, the tin reads, settling in on the couch, a book on pregnancy open in her lap. What she sees disturbs her. Living in the castle under Vasey's eye, Alan a traitor, her father imprisoned. Yet she does not turn it off, intrigued at this glimpse of her future.
She nearly wishes she has later, as she watches them bury the body of the King's messenger under a pile of stones in Sherwood. It is not that act, but what follows. Robin's words to her.
"Will you marry me?"
"What?"
"The first time I held my bow, I knew. It felt right, like it had been made for me. That's how I feel about you. I promised your father I would protect and look after you. But it works both ways. I look after my bow because it protects and looks after me. And together we're stronger. So? Marian, will you marry me?"
The book on her lap tumbles to the floor as she scrambles to the projector, turning it off even as she hears her breathy, nearly incredulous laugh. Hears the beginning of her response.
She knows, in her heart, that had Robin come to this place any earlier, that she would not have fallen in love with Silence. That there is still a place in her heart where she will love Robin first, now and always. But her choice had been made, and she does not regret it.
For all that seeing things like this made it hard.
"In all of the world," her hand is still on the machine, trying to grasp humour in this situation, "I have never met a man who would propose by comparing a woman to his weapon."
[[A clip of the episode here. This isn't a canon-puncture, and new people are welcome]]
It is the thoughts of her father that make her open the tin and feed it into the machine. For Robin has told her of his death, but she hopes to see him in life again. Truly, if there need be recordings of her life, it seems that the chance to see her father is the only gift she might have from them.
Lardner's Ring, the tin reads, settling in on the couch, a book on pregnancy open in her lap. What she sees disturbs her. Living in the castle under Vasey's eye, Alan a traitor, her father imprisoned. Yet she does not turn it off, intrigued at this glimpse of her future.
She nearly wishes she has later, as she watches them bury the body of the King's messenger under a pile of stones in Sherwood. It is not that act, but what follows. Robin's words to her.
"Will you marry me?"
"What?"
"The first time I held my bow, I knew. It felt right, like it had been made for me. That's how I feel about you. I promised your father I would protect and look after you. But it works both ways. I look after my bow because it protects and looks after me. And together we're stronger. So? Marian, will you marry me?"
The book on her lap tumbles to the floor as she scrambles to the projector, turning it off even as she hears her breathy, nearly incredulous laugh. Hears the beginning of her response.
She knows, in her heart, that had Robin come to this place any earlier, that she would not have fallen in love with Silence. That there is still a place in her heart where she will love Robin first, now and always. But her choice had been made, and she does not regret it.
For all that seeing things like this made it hard.
"In all of the world," her hand is still on the machine, trying to grasp humour in this situation, "I have never met a man who would propose by comparing a woman to his weapon."
[[A clip of the episode here. This isn't a canon-puncture, and new people are welcome]]